"Yeah, not bad, how's it going?"

"Can you still snatch it from me?"

Zhou Heng smiled and put away the banana fan with a thought: "Now, how do you put it away?"

"If you dare to open the illusion, I will destroy it for you!"

"You are here! Let's do it together!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor suddenly called out to those behind him, then stood up.

Zhou Heng turned his head and looked back, but found nothing.

“Haha, got it!”

At this time, the Blood Demon Ancestor had already obtained his palm-leaf fan.

His face was full of excitement: "Without it, I wonder what you can do!"

"You are so naive. This is my most precious treasure. No one else can use it!"

Zhou Heng shook his head and smiled, then waved: "Come back!"

"call!"

In just a moment, the banana fan was back in his hand.

The Blood Demon Ancestor widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

"I've had enough of you, old man!"

"Get ready to die!"

The playfulness in Zhou Heng's eyes suddenly disappeared, and then he looked at the Blood Demon Ancestor with his eyes: "Demon Flame!"

As he roared, the red devil flame in his hand surged and then suddenly condensed.

He grabbed towards the Blood Demon Ancestor’s chest.

"No wonder he is so powerful at such a young age. It turns out he is the inheritor of the Demon Lord's bloodline!"

"But do you think you can defeat me like this?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor no longer used illusions, but attacked Zhou Heng with a sneer.

Blood energy swirled around his body, and then condensed into streams of blood, shooting towards Zhou Heng.

"Break it for me!"

Zhou Heng roared angrily and used his momentum to shatter it.

"Blood Demon Technique!"

However, the Blood Demon Ancestor was not willing to be outdone.

He retreated explosively and directly performed a martial art.

As he roared, a surge of blood and energy surged behind him.

In the blink of an eye, a sea of ​​blood formed.

"Little devil, my sea of ​​blood is not an illusion! Let me show you how it feels to be refined!"

The old man sneered and controlled the sea of ​​blood, rushing towards Zhou Heng.

"Hmph, is it useful?"

Zhou Heng snorted coldly: "The banana fan can not only blow your illusion, but can blow everything!"

He took out a palm-leaf fan and fanned the old man with it.

"call!"

The palm-leaf fan fanned just once.

It will make the sky here clear and sunny.

Not even a drop of blood could be seen.

This whole ordeal made the Blood Demon Ancestor’s eyes widen.

Looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

He never dreamed that his Blood Demon Technique would be broken in this way one day.

"It's no use, come on! It's my turn!"

While Zhou Heng was speaking, he had already activated the magic flame in his body.

"Scorching Sun Demon Flame!"

With his roar, demonic flames surged all over his body.

In an instant, the surrounding air was burning, creating ripples.

The demonic flame showed no sign of stopping and continued to spread.

It covered the area within a radius of two meters.

The hot breath made him feel hot.

Even the blood in the body became out of control.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Zhou Heng smiled, then disappeared from the spot in a flash.

When he appeared again, he was already behind the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Bang!"

With one blow.

It failed.

"Haha! Boy, I have set up an illusion for the entire world, and you can do nothing about it!"

"You think you can still see it after I narrowed the scope!"

Obviously, he had used illusion again.

"In the face of absolute strength, any trick is foolish!"

Zhou Heng snorted coldly, then released all his strength: "Fighting Spirit! Start!"

After the roar, the shadow of the fighting spirit gradually appeared behind him.

The aura of looking down on the world made the Blood Demon Ancestor dazed for a while.

“Is this… a Dharma image?”

The Blood Demon Ancestor shook his head: "No, it's impossible! He is only in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, how can he possess the Dharmakāya!"

"Hmph, go to hell!"

At this time, Zhou Heng had already merged the fighting spirit with himself.

At this time, the phantom of the fighting spirit was right behind him, moving along with his movements.

"Don't even think about it!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Blood Demon Patriarch began to retreat.

However, he found that no matter how he retreated, he remained the same distance from Zhou Heng.

There is no way to escape from his grasp.

At this moment, no matter what kind of illusion he performed, it was useless in front of him.

It can be seen through in the blink of an eye.

This is absolute strength.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was hit in the chest by Zhou Heng's palm.

The whole person flew backwards in an instant.

Before he could react, Zhou Heng rushed over again.

Both of his palms pressed hard on his chest: "You old bastard, you wasted a whole day of my time, do you understand?"

"Little brother, spare my life!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor felt his life was threatened and quickly begged for mercy.

"Forgive you? Can you turn back time?"

"If you can't, then die!"

Zhou Heng snorted coldly and exerted force suddenly.

His head was directly blown away.

"call out!"

Immediately afterwards, a spirit rushed out from his spiritual orifice.

This is his soul.

Want to take the opportunity to escape.

"Huh, can you leave now?"

Zhou Heng's figure flashed.

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